theonionjunktion

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

<p>Over 17 tonnes! The average peak  Honour Level Spiritknight couldn't even lift that much. But Darius was capable of this, without using any spiritual essence at that! This was, simply put, absurd! Hope didn't even bother to mask the disgust on her face as she stared at Darius, "Innate Divine Strength?"</p>

<p>Darius struggled with all his might to keep holding the weights and nodded lightly. He could barely even speak at the moment, even that one action of bobbing his head once had taken him all he had. However, he had no intention of letting go. Why you ask? Because he was experiencing incredible benefits at the moment! Absolutely huge.</p>

As a Spiritknight